I just wanted to tell about the exciting experience I had a couple days ago in the kitchen… I turned a burner on, on the “high” setting to boil water for some frozen corn. I knew it would take a few minutes to heat up, so I went over to the carpeted area to play with Chase since I had been “neglecting him” to make some food. A few minutes later when I glanced up at the stove, I realized that not only had I turned on the wrong burner, it also happened have a glass Pyrex pan on it, with cake in it and foil over it. Horrified, I jumped up, quickly put on an oven mitt, and picked the glass pan up off the burner so it wouldn’t heat any more than it already had. About two seconds after I picked up, the pan exploded into a thousand pieces, all over the kitchen. I stood there in shock for a few moments, then ran over to pick up Chase who had started crying due to the overwhelming sound of exploding glass. At that point I just turned off the burner and walked out of the kitchen. I had already been dealing with a pretty bad migraine, so basically I was a little distracted and just didn’t want to do any more damage for the day… Later, when Pace had gotten home and we were picking burnt glass out of our precious linoleum and removing burnt cake from the counters, I realized that it was a miracle that I didn’t have shards of hot glass lodged into my face. I was especially grateful that Chase wasn’t in his usual spot during dinner-making time, that spot being in the kitchen, exploring the drawers and cabinets by my feet. We were protected from the evil exploding glass, and I am very thankful for that!
